The door shuts behind him and he comes into the eight circle.
A pit of filth that even a sewer could not compare. Shit from a dozen different animals as soft and creamy as mud coated the bodies of children who now wailed in confused sorrow and pain. Encouraged by the whips that slapped their backs on a regular rotation, sliding into the pit of feces in which they stood and spinning around once more to cut into their bare skin. Infection from the filth was the least of their worries.
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